Broken Soul Book Nova Novels & Stories

She barely heard him. "There are too many." The visions flickered violently. The forest shook. The villagers began glowing brighter. The old woman looked terrified now. Because she understood. Nova wasn't built to carry this burden forever. Eventually she would break. And if she broke, all those memories would vanish forever. Lira moved instantly. Ignoring the danger. Ignoring the power. Ignoring the chaos. She reached Nova. Then grabbed her hand. The silver bond flared. Warm. Steady. Human. Nova gasped.

I narrow my eyes as well and notice papers carefully hidden inside the hollow section of the wall. Almost like someone expects this exact shot to expose them. Nova walks carefully towards it, swallowing hard. She pulls the paper out, and there are just seven words inside. ‘The broker isn't the one haunting you.’ Silence falls between us. The wind whistles through the broken stone. Nova keeps staring at the note. Then she freezes. Her fingers begin trembling. I look down at her just in time to see every trace of color leave her face. She lifts her eyes to mine, tears gathering again.

It is the most ridiculous thing I've ever heard and for her to lose the man she loved over something like that must've been painful. Nova has gone to the convent. The things Drey did to her... especially that whole trying to plant his seed in her thing - it really messed with her. She has gone to clear her mind. It's some sort of rehab for her and I'm glad they accept her even though she is not a wolf. I wish she could be around though, especially since I have great news for her.

Novah's POV The silence after the shattering crash was different. Thicker, charged. Porcelain dust hung in the weak morning light filtering through the heavy blue drapes, catching on motes like fractured stars. Novah stood amidst the wreckage of the tray, the bowl, the candlestick, her chest heaving. The raw power that had surged through her moments before still thrummed in her veins, a low, insistent vibration beneath her skin, like a plucked bass string. It wasn't just adrenaline; it was *her*. Her wolf, coiled and watchful, its fury momentarily sated by the act of destruction. Not against a person, but against the memory, the helplessness Nick represented.

I didn’t expect the crowd outside Crestwood’s gym to fall silent when I walked past, but they did. I heard a can drop. Shoes scuffed the tile floor as necks turned and eyes locked on me — not with mockery this time, but something far more dangerous: curiosity. “Nova… you look like someone who eats heartbreak for breakfast,” Talia muttered beside me, her voice a mix of admiration and disbelief. She nudged me with her elbow, flashing a grin. “He’s staring.”

I used to think they lost the spark because they lost Chloe but now I know it’s because Brook was torturing them. I pull them both into me without thinking, wrapping my arms around them as I exhale slowly. “That’s not true,” I say firmly. “None of that is true. I love you both more than anything. No one is ever going to take you away from me. Do you understand?” They nod against me, holding onto me a little tighter. “She’s a bad person,” Nova murmurs. “A very bad and evil person.” I don’t disagree because she’s right. I pull back slightly, looking between them. “Did she ever say anything else?” I ask carefully.

she says landing a kiss on my lips, the one thing I always craved, only this time, it's a goodbye kiss. "Bye Nova" I say as the angel took hold of my hand and everything went dark, I forgot everything that ever happened, I forgot Nova, and Lucifer, but deep down inside my heart, she still held a special place. The END. Catch Andy's story in my volume two of this series, his book is called "SOLD".

"How much pain do I need to bear before my breakthrough? Is it not too much for one person?" "We know, but we just want you to be fine." I responded by gently squeezing Sara's hand. After breakfast, I sat outside, gazing at the vast expanse of the desert and wiping away a stray tear. Sara said I was strong, but I hardly felt like it. I had lost my husband and son, and when I gave love a chance again, the one I thought loved me betrayed me with a friend. I clenched my fists, staring at my arms. Perhaps I was destined to stay single forever. Maybe this was it. I made a mistake by letting Axton mark me. I made a mistake by trusting Erika.

The enormity of my actions and the resulting grief cast a shadow over my soul, and I swore that I would never again allow myself to love or be loved. As I ran, the memories of my mother's gentle touch and my sister's infectious laughter faded into the distance, replaced by the overwhelming guilt and shame that would come to define my existence. At that moment, I became Jason the Broken, a man forever haunted by the tragic consequences of a single, devastating night.

The pup spent nearly a month in an incubator, but in the end, they couldn't save it. With the pup gone, Ryan didn't waste a second. He used every ruthless tactic at his disposal to sever the bond with Clara. Clara probably realized that if she kept fighting him, she'd end up with nothing, so she took a payout and signed the papers. Now, Vera is back on the hunt for a new Luna. But the drama surrounding the Dark Moon Pack has spread to every pack in the region. No Alpha's daughter is willing to jump into that dumpster fire. My mom had a look of pure "I told you so" satisfaction as she told me the story.